posted on January 14, 2008 at 12:51 pm

erase
delete
put it outta its mizaree
you need garage poet
latest medieval caper
the worldy world all wordy and woolly
oh i flaunt it if i can get it
shackled in a tin of brimming dims
trackless shadow we have hunted
girls take off their close
the trees above
the trees below
blank stump
close to it now
youre getting warmer youre getting cooler
rain all day drizzle drizzle
in a bedroom she takes off her close
in a dull light
her white skin is revealed
laying down across the bed sleeping like a stone
the violet pricks in the grey sky
the holes where the creatures have abodes
the moles and mice and bats and pangolins
the fruity fruits the angel fruits the angels laughter
the juicy stain
the mark of cain
a god moves in a mysterious maze
vishnu appears as krishna
satan comes as a man of peace
jesus comes awalking on a water
i come knocking knocking knocking
blocking out all light
my profile cast suddenly against an oilskin screen
i send your delerious trash to mag. heaven
plus a copy to my lawyer
cos soon im getting nasty
the drizzle is so so softly soft soft
it lingers and hovers and floats and it dithers
it appears
in the thick air
in the holiday magic air
in the hotels and sex afternoons
in the wine and cheese informal dos
in the brothels subdued lights
in the surgery glare
the stern judge with his vacant eyes
the dead stars who would have clung to life
on mornings without any time it drizzles
in long evenings that become soaked
drink drink drink
people fall asleep one by one
lights go out in their eyes
their streets are one way
no limit beyond this point
no point beyond that
obvious things are hidden too
none of us sees things the same
i wanted i wanted i wanted
what did i get
what did i say
king john was right
im sure
after all he wassa kingright?
that goes without slaying
a bayou tapestry
look i am everyman
i am
i am every every every man
the every brothers
i am a man i am
a man a man a man
i was there
i saw it all
i was a fly onna wall
i coiled in bosoms nursed
the worst
a mean and hungry crook
a leaning plunging sook
hooked on a drug called hook
drugged on a dream
minding a seam
seeming to mind
behind behind behind
the times
the crimes
the erstwhile rhymes
ju ju bang bang
kilbey sang
azzee gonn mad they grinned
cos he sinned n sinned n got singed n winged
wingless n wild he fell from the sky
and exploded on ‘itting the ground
till he dyed
and then
they all
simply cried
what a hide!

23 Responses to “garage poet”

  1. avatar
    persephone2u | 14 January 2008 at 2:26 pm #

    “Fezik, are there rocks ahead?”

    “If there are, we’ll be dead.”

    “Stop that rhyming and I mean it!”

    “Anybody want a peanut?”

    Sorry, I was inspired by your blog and having a Princess Bride moment there…

    And speaking of King John, I’m a direct ancestor of the Plantagenets through a line on my dad’s side of the family, and King John would’ve loved ya. Then again, what do I know? He could’ve had you beheaded! :-}

  2. avatar
    matthew | 14 January 2008 at 2:41 pm #

    Bloody good read as usual, SK.

  3. avatar
    gregra&gar | 14 January 2008 at 3:28 pm #

    Owlsley, eh?

  4. avatar
    Brien Comerford | 14 January 2008 at 3:32 pm #

    You have to laud Sk. You never Known at what time he’s going to blog. His ability to write such literate and thought-provoking prose in an an imprompu fashion is mystifying and at times mystical.
    The 2005 and 2007 acoustic Church CDs ascend to further musical greatness upon each listen.

  5. avatar
    fantasticandy | 14 January 2008 at 4:45 pm #

    away…with words.

    andy L.

  6. avatar
    davem | 14 January 2008 at 7:45 pm #

    Less of the bosom references on this blog please.

    Mrs Slocombe.
    x

  7. avatar
    princey | 14 January 2008 at 9:44 pm #

    I’m starting to love these late night blogs sk, they have a bit of the late-night looney touch to them, “ju ju bang bang, kilbey sang” haha..love it!

    I ordered my Kilbey in NZ dvd last night, can’t wait for it. I saw you played Just For You, one of my favourite songs ever! and one I can play on the geetar too, yay!!!

  8. avatar
    knotme | 14 January 2008 at 10:00 pm #

    er, how about…
    There is so hot a summer in my bosom,
    That all my bowels crumble up to dust:
    I am a scribbled form, drawn with a pen
    Upon a parchment, and against this fire
    Do I shrink up.

  9. avatar
    John | 14 January 2008 at 10:17 pm #

    I need advice on raising girls. Found out today, I’m having a girl.

    John Garratt

  10. avatar
    CSTCoach | 14 January 2008 at 10:23 pm #

    SK – cool rhymes. It’s always a fine time to drop a rhyme on a dime. What a crime mine can’t shine as shimmery as thine…

  11. avatar
    CSTCoach | 14 January 2008 at 10:24 pm #

    John – congratulations, man! 🙂

  12. avatar
    matt davison | 14 January 2008 at 10:25 pm #

    gOOD ONE JOHN…. Well done!!

    sk live dvds all round at her baby shower…

    he he.

    Big congrats from melby
    md

  13. avatar
    Anonymous | 14 January 2008 at 11:19 pm #

    bosom .

  14. avatar
    knotme | 15 January 2008 at 12:46 am #

    All babies enjoy bosoms,
    congats John!

    On another note, thought this was funny in the Moscow Times—
    Senator’s Advice: Wear Clean Shorts
    The Associated Press

    DARWIN, Australia — A senior Australian lawmaker who was once handcuffed in his underpants to a pole during a drunken night in a Russian strip club said Wednesday that he had learned from the experience: “Always wear clean underwear.”

    Senator Nigel Scullion said he enjoyed his night out in 1998 in St. Petersburg where, as a professional fisherman, he led an Australian delegation at a global fishing conference. The escapade was first reported Tuesday, a week after the 51-year-old married senator was elected deputy leader of the conservative opposition National Party. He was first elected to the parliament in 2001.

    “It was a terrific night,” Scullion told Australian Broadcasting Corp. radio. “If you ever get an offer to go drinking with Icelandic whalers and Canadian crab fishermen, take them up on it.

    “Two important lessons out of life from that: Don’t let anyone handcuff you to a post, and make sure you always wear clean underwear,” he added.

    Scullion struggled to break free from the pole as a fight broke out between Russian sailors and other patrons. He fled the club partially clothed.

  15. avatar
    CSTCoach | 15 January 2008 at 1:54 am #

    Matt – Thanks for making this DVD available. It looks really great. Just placed my order.

    🙂

  16. avatar
    melissa | 15 January 2008 at 2:44 am #

    Night time is the right time for writing, that’s for sure 🙂 Love, love, love the previous ‘darkness ..’ too .. beautiful stuff *sigh*

    Can’t wait to buy a copy of the DVD also .. will be ordering a copy just as soon as I can. How long will it be available for?

    Thanks 🙂 x

  17. avatar
    Brien Comerford | 15 January 2008 at 3:23 am #

    John Garratt:

    If she can read your incisive and astute CD reviews at a young age your daughter will be “A Keeper”. Best wishes!

  18. avatar
    Hellbound Heart | 15 January 2008 at 3:53 am #

    congrats john!!!! you’ll love having a little girl to dote on…
    yep, i like your late night blogs, steve…must be when your sleep depravation starts to kick in…
    love always…

  19. avatar
    JJ | 15 January 2008 at 4:15 am #

    Tongue-tripping, slipping away, flying off like endless rain inside a paper cup – ah, the lines flowed and lit up my liquid-crystal screen as my mind absorbed what was spoken/unspoken…….wonderful piece tonight, cold air outside this room with it’s wooden floor, starlight and bible black this evening fell.

    A perfect read as firelight glows in front of this old sofa. Time for sleep. Let the dreaming begin.

    Thank you, White Hippy Moses.

    JJ

  20. avatar
    Anonymous | 15 January 2008 at 5:49 am #

    How does we order the dvd Matt?

    nice blogs lately Killer.

  21. avatar
    Anonymous | 15 January 2008 at 7:53 am #

    If you can fill a 120-foot scroll of paper with this stuff, you might just resurrect the Beats

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  22. avatar
    GaragePoet | 16 January 2016 at 5:36 am #

    I would appreciate it if you didn’t use my name. I published one of my videos on YouTube and still have an old album on MySpace from the 90s. Peace..


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